He is. More then Cole. Nicote said. Though I might consider stepping in if he breaks his neck. Maybe.I haven't decided quite yet."

She didn't answer, flinching. "Okay, I think we've had enough," Jack said, laughing, but it wasn't a friendly one. "If you knew what was good for you, you'd let her go."

He shoots him a cold smile. "Oh, please. She's not your mother, Jack."


(Gonna say this now- he looked up most of the people here before-hand, to creep them out. he also has a photographic memory, which is how he's able to remember all of it)

(Okay, good to know!)

He flinched. "Yeah, well, she's not your plaything, so go find some other girl to harass."

"Why, is she your knew best friend?" He replies, sneering.

"Why does it matter to you?" He snarled back

"Don't you know what happened to the last one? I don't believe being her friend is a good idea, Jackson."

Victoria stared at the ground, still pinned to the wall. Her last best friend...yes. The one that had got murdered. Some hair fell into her face, and she was thankful for it, trying to hide behind it

"And what makes you think that you're so special?" He hated it when people called him 'Jackson'.

"What makes you think you're special? You're both just single-time killers." He retorts.

"That's exactly why you should find someone else to play with before you kill them, too."